Chapter 889: The Seasonal Skill [Domains in the Immortal Realm]
Shenlian Yingyue and her companions flew out of the area that was about to become the battlefield. They departed quietly, leaving behind only the faint yet captivating scent of florals and rare herbs lingering in the air.
Since they had lived for a long time in the Ethereal Small World, their bodies had been constantly bathed in the fragrances of flowers and herbs they cultivated everywhere throughout that realm. Their scents became so mesmerizing that even without applying any perfume, the floral and herbal aromas had already become their natural essence.
In the stark, unforgiving expanse of the desert, where flowers were scarce and life was sparse, the air carried only the dry, sun-baked scent of cracked earth and ancient stone. The desert smelled of sun-scorched sand, parched earth, and the faint woody tang of withered shrubs, a raw, clean scent embodying pure heat and emptiness.
However, as Shenlian Yingyue and her companions moved, the gentle breeze caught their unique floral scent, carrying it far and wide across the barren desert. This fragrance soon attracted the attention of the immortal disciples from Cold Maple Palace. They instinctively turned their faces toward the retreating figures, doubt and fascination flashing in their eyes.
The nine immortal female disciples deliberately ignored the slender figure surrounded by the tall figures at the center. Instead, their gazes focused solely on the broad shoulders and imposing builds of the men around Shenlian Yingyue. They couldn’t help but wonder what appearances and identities these mysterious beings concealed.
"Senior sisters, pay attention to the current situation," the only immortal male disciple in the group stated coldly. His voice was beautiful like a flowing melody, yet carried the freezing chill of winter snow, utterly devoid of emotion.
The immortal female disciples immediately turned their heads at his voice. The obsession that had briefly clouded their eyes quickly faded, and they nodded obediently. Their faces showed no expression, yet within their hearts, a colder frost took root.
How could they allow themselves to be bewitched by a group of cloaked strangers with unknown origins? No matter how unique or extraordinary these outsiders appeared, they could never compare to even a single strand of their junior brother’s hair. His power, identity, and temperament were things everyone envied and admired from afar.
The Glass Lizards, watching from a distance, scoffed inwardly. These immortal female disciples always acted aloof and distant, looking down on others as if none could match them. Yet today, even they had been momentarily captivated by someone else? The Glass Lizards silently admired Shenlian Yingyue and her companions for achieving what others could not.